Chapter 10: Let Go of My Underwear

Even though Li Huan braved a vicious blow, his arm nearly smashed to pieces, he managed to break through the crowd and escape. Yet, outnumbered as he was, in the chaos he still felt a burning, searing pain as a club struck his back, the agony burrowing into his bones. His left arm, too, had been grazed by something sharp; at first, he barely noticed, but after a few hurried steps, he felt warm liquid streaming down his arm—his own blood.

Damn it! They’d brought knives!

Li Huan had no time to check his wounds. Without hesitation, he dashed for the stairs and began climbing. The first floor was out of the question—someone was surely guarding the exits, and if he showed himself, he’d be discovered instantly.

The chubby fellow wasn’t stupid; he’d split his men up, bringing several from the bar to hunt for Li Huan, making sure none of the brothers let him slip through unnoticed.

Li Huan, battered and his arm so sore he could barely lift it, had no choice but to keep moving. His pursuers were already on his heels, and he forced himself up flight after flight, not even counting how many floors he’d climbed. Glancing up, he caught sight of a sign overhead—on the right, a lounge. His heart skipped a beat. He didn’t waste a second more; he rushed towards it.

The corridor was brightly lit, lined with rest rooms large and small. Fortunately, he met no one. Reaching the end of the hallway, he seized the handle of a door on the left, twisted it, and found it opened easily; the door hadn’t been locked.

Inside, the room lacked the distinct scent of disinfectant that clings to most hospital spaces. Instead, a rich, delicate fragrance hung in the air. Li Huan’s heart leapt—this must be a women’s lounge… In his haste, he hadn’t noticed the sign by the door: Changing Room.

This was the seventh floor of the hospital, and this half of the floor was reserved for female doctors and nurses to rest. By sheer luck, Li Huan had dashed into the nurses’ changing room.

Of course, there were none of the tantalizing scenes so often imagined—no line of slim, uniformed nurses changing clothes. The room was modest in size, with a curtain just inside the door obscuring the view beyond. Li Huan thought he heard a faint sound from inside, and his nerves tightened. He glanced around, but there was nowhere to hide.

Just then, from behind the curtain, a delicate white hand reached out, gripped the edge, and yanked it aside—

Li Huan’s heart nearly stopped. In that instant, he had no time to turn and flee. As the curtain swept open, he stood frozen, stunned to his core—he could swear his heart truly stopped beating.

Because the sight before him was simply overwhelming.

A fair, graceful figure stood poised behind the curtain, her body angled in an alluring double-S curve. She wore only a pair of purple lace panties, hugging her voluptuous hips, beneath which stretched a pair of long, shapely legs, her skin as creamy and lustrous as milk.

Her upper body was almost entirely bare; her jacket and bra had already been removed, with only a scrap of fabric held by one hand covering much of her delicate bosom, a faint blush of pink just visible.

Li Huan was momentarily entranced, his eyes fixed on the woman before him. Hers was a body that would tempt and tease any man, brimming with youthful boldness. The lines of her figure seemed drawn by an artist’s hand, exaggerating every curve of breast and hip, a dangerous vision enough to awaken the most primal desires.

But the girl’s words snapped Li Huan back to himself. With her head slightly bowed, apparently oblivious to anything amiss, she murmured softly, “Xiaoxiao, do I look sexy like this?”

Of course, Li Huan realized she’d mistaken him for someone else. But before he could speak, the girl seemed to sense something off. Her gaze dropped to his shoes, her voice abruptly changing: “Wait, you… you’re not Xiaoxiao? Ah…”

Looking up, she finally saw Li Huan’s face and realized a man stood before her. She let out a sharp scream, hastily grabbed her bra to cover her chest.

Li Huan now saw her face clearly—it was the stunning young nurse he’d glimpsed at the ward entrance earlier. As she opened her mouth to cry out, he lunged forward, clapped a hand over her mouth, and pulled her further into the room.

“Shh, don’t make a sound!” Li Huan urged, his voice urgent. The girl’s soft body struggled in his grasp, but he held fast, and though her face showed terror, he hesitated only a moment before trying to explain himself. “Don’t be afraid, I’m not a bad person!”

Yet nothing could have made his actions seem innocent. The girl froze for a moment, but soon resumed her desperate squirming, muffled protests escaping her lips, her wide, clear eyes filled with panic and helplessness.

Li Huan’s brow twitched—he wanted to scare her into silence, but suddenly he felt a warm, soft sensation pressing against his arm. He looked down and realized, to his embarrassment, that his arm was wedged between the girl’s breasts—she was clad in nothing but the bra she now clutched to her chest.

Their bodies were pressed close, separated only by his thin shirt. Her scent was light and sweet, dizzying him for a moment. Just then, the girl abruptly stopped struggling, seized his hand, and bit down hard on his palm.

“Ah!”

Li Huan yelped in pain, instinctively releasing her mouth. The girl jerked away, stumbling back onto the bed. In a panic, she snatched up a black bundle and hurled it at his head.

He failed to catch it—the soft, dark object struck his face, but instead of pain he was enveloped in a faint, intoxicating fragrance, tinged with a musky undertone that sparked wild thoughts.

“Ah…”

Startled by the girl’s exclamation, Li Huan pulled the object from his face and, upon seeing what it was, felt his cheeks burn. The black bundle was a pair of women’s panties—no wonder it carried her scent and… that other, more intimate trace.

“Give me back my underwear…” The girl’s voice was anxious, a blush coloring her pale cheeks. In her distress, she forgot to call for help, more concerned with reclaiming her hastily tossed underwear—her own, freshly removed.

“I’ll return it, but please, don’t scream… I swear, I’m not a bad person!” Li Huan raised the black lace panties, tossing them back. Flushing scarlet, the girl snatched them up, glanced around for a place to hide them, and, finding none, stuffed them under the pillow, finally able to breathe again.

This little episode seemed to calm her somewhat. Though still wary, she stopped shouting, instead grabbing a nearby fruit plate to shield her chest as she hurriedly dressed, her voice trembling. “You… you pervert! How did you get in here?”

“The door wasn’t locked…” Li Huan confessed. He hadn’t expected anyone to be changing inside, much less striking such a provocative pose. Even if it wasn’t meant for him, the shock had been profound.

“What? How could that be? Did you sneak in?” the girl exclaimed again, clearly unaware she’d left the door open.

“…"

“Wait, you’re bleeding!” She finally noticed the injury on his arm, her expression shifting, eyes growing fearful.

“It’s nothing, I was being chased and ran in here by accident. Don’t worry, once those people are gone, I’ll leave. I won’t cause you any trouble,” Li Huan tried to keep his tone gentle, hoping to prevent her from panicking further.

“Oh… I’ll go get you some medicine…” The girl’s eyes darted as if an idea struck her. Shuffling sideways, she slipped out of the room before Li Huan could object, clearly afraid he’d try to stop her.

Li Huan could only smile ruefully. He could have blocked her escape, but he wasn’t a ruthless villain—force wasn’t his way. Besides, he hadn’t expected to hide here long; escaping was still his best option.

Hearing her footsteps recede, Li Huan hurried to the window and peered out. His heart sank. Judging by the height, he was at least six floors up. To jump would be suicide. “Hell, are they trying to kill me?”

He was daring, but not enough to jump from such a height. Turning back, he spotted a nurse’s uniform laid out on the bed—a sudden idea flashing through his mind: what if he disguised himself as a nurse?

No sooner had the thought formed than a strange voice echoed in his mind: System integration complete. Transformation level: beginner, category—loli. Dear user, simply imagine a loli’s appearance with your wicked thoughts and the system will transform you. Once transformed, you may freely experience the joys of being a woman. And remember—protect that membrane, or you’ll lose the skill!

What the hell…?

Was he hallucinating from reading too much hentai? He couldn’t possibly be so depraved as to fantasize about a loli… or could he? That thought, too, begged a question.

“Darling, uniform temptation!” the voice chimed again in his head.

This time, Li Huan truly jumped in shock. Just a moment before, he’d considered donning a nurse’s uniform to slip past his pursuers, but the fact that his inner thoughts had been read—by a voice in his own mind, no less—left him utterly stunned.